Far Off the Bells Rang through the Morning

Crista Forest, "First Spring"

Spiritual Sunday – Easter

Alleluia, the Lord is risen!

Here’s a Mary Oliver poem that captures the Easter spirit:

The Fawn

By Mary Oliver

Sunday morning and mellow as precious metal
The church bells rang, but I went
To the woods instead.

A fawn, too new
For fear, rose from the grass
And stood with its spots blazing,
And knowing no way but words,
No trick but music,
I sang to him.

He listened.
His small hooves struck the grass.
Oh what is holiness?

The fawn came closer,
Walked to my hands, to my knees.

I did not touch him.
I only sang, and when the doe came back
Calling out to him dolefully
And he turned and followed her into the trees,
Still I sang,
Not knowing how to end such a joyful text,

Until far off the bells once more tipped and tumbled
And rang through the morning, announcing
The going forth of the blessed.

 

Note on the artist: The work of Crista Forest can be found at www.forestwildlifeart.com/index.html

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